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14. Past, Present

I took a deep breath, looking from Vikk to Lachlan for a few moments before choosing to break the tension.

"Of fucking course, I remember Mitch." I mumbled, my grip tightening around the desk until my knuckles turned white. "Why are you bringing it up anyway? Not like we like that craphead."

Lachlan sighed, giving me a blank look at my previous statements. "Well, tough luck for us because he's back in town. Ran into him yesterday when I went elsewhere."

"You're kidding me, right?" I asked, trying to find some upside to this, trying to make myself think it was only a lie. It was thrown away when Lachlan shook his head no and took out his phone.

On it was a barely blurry photo of Mitch. What caught my attention though was the man walking right next to him.

"Vikk!" I yelled, cracking my knuckles as I walked towards said man. He was still hiding behind the door, even when I kept walking towards him in a threatening fashion.

I opened the door and slammed it shut as hard as I could before stopping in the hallway. Across me was Vikk, standing still with a blank look with guilt hidden behind it. It was obvious he knew about Mitch and he couldn't deny anything.

"What the hell, Vikk!" I yelled, grabbing the collar of his shirt and bringing his face close enough so I could punch him. "Why the hell didn't you tell me anything?"

He looked at me with a now pained look, mouth slightly moving as if he was telling me something, but couldn't find the words. I could see the pain and guilt obvious; was it Mitch that made him so distant from Vi?

I sensed my anger deflating as I slumped down and let go of Vikk. It wasn't him; I shouldn't have assumed. For all I knew, it could have been Lachlan, but it couldn't have, right?

Maybe it was these disgustingly girly feelings that made me think this way.

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Ah, hello. This is Quill and I wanted to say a few things.

I'm feeling better after months of a nasty bout of depression. Barely but it's something. I can write a little but it takes hours and hours for a shit chapter like this and I haven't broken down lately.

I want to say thank you to the person who's been running my account and been writing wonderfully for me. She/He is a terrific person whom I have come to trust already and I'm so very lucky to have she/he help me.

So, that's a little update. I might be regular here again. I've missed calling you guys lovelies.

We'll meet again, my lovelies. - quill

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